Caresses photographed on my sensitive skin
We can throw away everything, the photos, it's free
There's always the transparent sticky paper
To put it back in place © all these torments
We were a beautiful image, strong lovers
We started housekeeping, happiness together I don't care
Quickly do the pieces of glass which cut and it bleeds
There it is on the tiles, the porcelain
We, we didn't hold out
Bou , boo, it's running down your cheek
We leave each other and there's nothing we can explain
It's love on the run, love on the run
I slept, a child came into the lace
Leave, come back, move, it's the game of swallows
Hardly settled in, I leave the two-room apartment kitchen
We can be called Colette, Antoine or Sabine
All my life, it's chasing things that run away
Perfumed young girls, bouquets of tears, roses
My mother also put behind her ear
A drop of something that smelled the same
We, we couldn't hold on the blow
Boo, boo, it runs down your cheek
We leave and there's nothing we can explain
It's love on the run, the love on the run